Redfire is seen sleeping on a table, with his expensive suit now looking nonchalantly smeared with embedded liquids of various sorts, upon his slumbered body, two dancers, one resting on his belly, with tobacco falling from her mouth and another next to him, lying in a puddle of her own gastric juices.
Redfire begins to wake up, he pushes the two unconscious dancers off, the man looks around the room, the music is still on, Xalo is lying almost in the same state on a couch and the apartment is starting to look rather messy.
Still unable to communicate, Redfire grabs his PDA instead to check for news.
Ugh...what's this? A...distress signal, from Cortez?
Redfire stands up from the table, his dark eyes widen as he stares into the PDA.
80 MILLION CREDITS?!
Redfire searches for other members of FL-ER.
Guys guys guys, wake up!
Redfire walks up to Xalo. Wake the crap up! *slap*
Redfire walks into the middle of the room. Guys, we got credits to take! Apparently a transport got blown up or something, and it says here that it was carrying credit cards in value of 80 freaking million!
Let's go get them before someone else finds it!
Redfire pulls off his suit as he runs out of the room, he heads towards the shuttle that brought them there, returns to the surface of Baden Baden walking only in his boxer shorts, runs towards his ship's cargo bay, gets dressed in his usual space suit, and boards his personal fighter.